Vulnerable to my thoughts, my nightmares, my past.
But the vulnerability is self-inflicted.
We always have a choice to quickly think about something else, ignore that nightmare, forget the past...
But it's a constant battle against yourself.
It's interesting...
These deep thoughts, have they led me anywhere? They've only been a nuisance.
I crave a good book, a promising kiss, a powerful song...
Dependence is not attractive and yet it's unavoidable.
No one is ever truly independent.
No one is ever completely satisfied.
Life is a battle and yet a beauty.
and so is Love
